Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.